The Beautiful CEO’s Close Bodyguard
Chapter 267 - 0267: What Kind of Tea is This?

Chapter 267: Chapter 0267: What Kind of Tea is This?

"How is it possible? How could you possess such formidable inner strength!" Shi Wanwang’s face was as pale as paper, his eyes filled with disbelief as he stared at the dozen water swords behind Chu Ge.

He felt like a climber who, thinking he had reached the summit after exhaustive efforts, looked up only to realize he had just reached the mid-mountain!

"It’s not about the robustness of the inner strength, but the control and utilization of one’s inner strength," Chu Ge sighed lightly. "Had I not temporarily grasped the Sword Intent left behind by Uncle Jian and some other insights, that swirling vortex earlier might have already reduced me to bones and dust!"

As Chu Ge spoke, his tone carried a hint of melancholy.

It had to be said that he had been overly indolent before, but this duel with Shi Wanwang had served as a wake-up call.

At this moment, Chu Ge finally felt a desire named ambition for power!

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible, it must be some blinding technique you used, yes, you must be deceiving me!" Shi Wanwang muttered like a madman, suddenly shouted, and dashed across the lake surface toward Chu Ge.

"This final eleven swords, shall serve as your funeral!"

Chu Ge sighed lightly, his right hand gently waved, and the eleven Water Condensed Giant Swords behind him emitted a shrill whistle, charging towards Shi Wanwang.

"Elder Shi!"

As the saying goes, the onlookers see clearly, the spectator on the bank had already foreseen the outcome, the muscular man from Vajra Sect cried out sorrowfully.

However, the outcome would not change in the slightest.

The eleven water swords suddenly solidified, each no larger than a regular long sword, but this did not mean Chu Ge’s inner strength had weakened. On the contrary, it indicated his improved mastery over his inner strength!

"Puchi—"

A series of sounds of blades piercing flesh.

Shi Wanwang’s movement halted, he stared wide-eyed at his blurred, blood-drenched chest, his lips twitched slightly, and he finally slowly fell backward.

"Swoosh—"

The muscular man quickly dashed across the lake surface and caught Shi Wanwang.

Chu Ge watched the two men, his right hand still gripping the sword fingers, remaining silent.

Shi Wanwang’s lips quivered, blood gushing out in large amounts, as if he struggled to say something.

"Thrilling!"

Finally, after dozens of seconds, he gathered the last bit of True Qi and roared these two words, then his body completely collapsed.

Chu Ge closed his eyes and sighed lightly, quietly loosening his right hand, hanging it behind his back.

At this battle, the name Mr. Chu firmly spread throughout the Martial Arts World.

Postnatal Realm, capable of slaying a Grandmaster!

......

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed since their duel. During these days, Chu Ge had not contacted anyone, just staying in the manor, pondering the gains from his battle with Shi Wanwang.

After all, it was a battle against a higher realm, and such an experience was truly priceless.

"The Cultivation Technique within the Jade Pendant, other than the Ten Thousand Spirit Returning Array, I have mostly integrated and understood." Chu Ge suddenly opened his eyes, a streak of white light flashed across his pupils and disappeared in a blink.

"Duan Family, Ghost Poison Sect... it’s time to eliminate future troubles!"

Whether it’s for the stability of his rear guard or for the jade pendant in the Duan Family Ancestral Hall, Chu Ge needed to take action himself.

Of course, dealing with the powers in Shanghai couldn’t simply rely on brute force. He pondered for a moment and suddenly revealed a smile, pulling out a Jade Bottle from his bosom: "These things, for you, must be considered rare treasures!"

......

Having witnessed Chu Ge’s god-like power, the Three Major Families’ reverence for him increased further. After Chu Ge made a call, in less than ten minutes, two Old Masters and Xiahou Longhu were already standing at the entrance of the manor.

"Old Man Ouyang, you have the closest relationship with Mr. Chu, you tell us, what exactly does Mr. Chu want from us this time?" Mr. Sima leaned close to Mr. Ouyang and asked softly.

Mr. Ouyang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I really don’t know this time, as far as I know, Mr. Chu hasn’t had anything special recently."

"Well, there’s no point in blindly discussing this out here; let’s go inside and see." Mr. Sima spoke, then led the way into the manor.

Xiahou Longhu and Old Man Ouyang exchanged glances, then followed behind Mr. Sima.

The pavilion in the manor had been repaired by Chu Ge, and a set of wooden table and chairs had been added.

At this moment, Chu Ge, dressed in casual clothes, was sitting on a bench, slowly pouring tea into several cups. His demeanor was indescribably calm and elegant, completely different from his overbearing presence on the lake a few days ago.

"Apologies for the sudden notification; since you are all here, please take a seat!" Chu Ge pointed at three wooden stools opposite him and spoke softly.

"Mr. Chu, what are you talking about." Mr. Ouyang and Mr. Sima sat down simultaneously, and after they did, Xiahou Longhu also slowly took a seat, waving his hand with a laugh: "Don’t worry about being abrupt, if Mr. Chu has matters to discuss, just notify us."

The families had already placed great value on Chu Ge previously, and now, they respected him even more.

"First, please taste the tea. Speaking of which, I don’t brew tea often, and my technique is rather unskilled, I hope the Old Masters won’t laugh," Chu Ge said with a smile, bringing three cups of tea over to them.

The three men exchanged glances, each seeing a look of puzzlement in the others’ eyes.

However, they didn’t say much and just smiled at Chu Ge, lifting their tea cups at the same time.

Instantly, a refreshing fragrance wafted through the air, and Mr. Sima, who initially seemed sleepy, was suddenly invigorated upon smelling this fragrance, his eyes widened: "What... what tea is this?"

As the Old Master of the Sima family, his status was incomparably esteemed and he had tasted almost all the famous teas in the world, but none had ever given him such a sensation.

Not just Mr. Sima, Mr. Ouyang and Xiahou Longhu were also intoxicatedly smelling the tea in their cups.

"It’s not any famous tea leaves, just ordinary Dragon Well, only the water is different," Chu Ge brought a jade-encrusted water kettle onto the table but did not open it.

"Try it and see how it tastes."

The three of them drank the tea, and their eyes all widened simultaneously.

Among them, Mr. Sima’s expression was the most shocked.

He smacked his lips, then suddenly stood up, starting to vigorously swing his left arm.

"This... this is..."

Mr. Ouyang’s eyes widened. The others might not know, but he and Sima Lingfu were comrades in arms when they were young, and he was well aware of some old hidden injuries Sima Lingfu had.

In his early years, Sima Lingfu had injured his left arm, which was basically in a semi-paralyzed state, let alone swinging it like now, even clenching his fist would require a great deal of effort!